just after twilight -
like my old t.v., the colours
have bled to blue

the heron poised
to take a step
he does not step

where's your heaven?
there's more sparkles in the lake
than stars in the sky

sundry flotsom
half-buried by the beach
poked by my feet

the layer of waves
that rides upon the swell -
rippled itself as well

i sometimes fear
if nothing else will destroy me
i will destroy myself

to sun your wings
i pick a sunny stick -
wet little ladybug

bounding up the stairs
to change out of my work clothes -
the late days of spring

watching waves washing -
swept to sea, infinity
waxes, washes, wanes

the duckling straggles
then waggling,
struggles to catch up

two growing circles
where his wingtips dipped -
the heron is gone

trapped inside
my head, the holes too small
to tunnel out

beside the highway
an old woman like a ghost
with pussy willows

overhanging edges
the beach falling into the creek
too wide to cross now

running between jobs
in the warmth of the parked car
i breathe a moment

the spring stream heaves
the ice in blocks and it's banks
everything swept to sea

dark foreboding fruit
filling every empty tree -
claws with bobbing caws

frozen april creek -
every year i offer my boot
to your wet embrace

clear april sky -
one spin in the backyard
reveals every star

confused at this point
is this a window or a mirror
and was that an echo?

effortless journey -
two hundred million miles
to gleam in your eye

the winter is sky on earth
the spring just earth
the summer is life

the fall tightens clasps
and she laughs, but prepares
for a burial

the summer
the winter
the sky

footprints on the moon
first melted then frozen
the snow on the ice